My family and I were at the most peaceful and prettiest beach in Puerto Rico I’ve ever been to. I hurled out the car and sprinted off, feeling the warm gentle breeze right away. Hot sand surrounding my feet as I took a walk near the water. Ocean waves as blue as the sky on a warm day. Crashing up against the sand and water, brushing up many small rocks and shells.
“It’s so delightful!” I squealed as I shifted back to my family.
Returning to inspect the exquisite space I heard the rocks, shells, and other items crunching beneath my feet. While immersing deeper little by little each time they were stepped on, as if we were giants breaking the homes of many. Each step I took was one step closer to me standing in “El Rio Grande”. Now letting the warm water beginning to beleaguer my feet and clean off the sand that had gotten on them. The waves crash
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Noticing him dig through the hot and rocky sand, like a scientist searching for bones.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Picking up these seashells!” he responded.
The image of all the uniquely beautiful seashells all around me, were so astonishing with such a variety of different colors. Then I began to pick up the seashells as well, as I repeatedly searched through the sand to then pick out the rocks, leaves, and once in awhile some glass. Which finally lead to all the seashells I was going to keep. I detected a purple and red seashell the settled flat in my hand. My uncle then yelped out the found something. Running towards him I spotted a seashell as big as a Iphone 6 and as beautiful as a diamond. The prettiest of them all to my opinion.
“Go run this one to mom! It’s for her.” the told me.
I ran as quickly and cautiously as I could so I wouldn’t step on a rock. As I approached her she shouted something out which I couldn't really understand.
“ Watch out! There are crabs running all around here!” she warned